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 Denmark 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.