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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.