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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Brick,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.