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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
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Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.