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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.