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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
AZ,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
UT,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.