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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.