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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.