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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.