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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.