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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.