Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Television,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.