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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.