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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Urselle,
the Slits,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.