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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Nico,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.