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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.