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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.