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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Cameo,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.