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 Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Television,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Organ,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.