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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Magma,
Whodini,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.