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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Visage,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.