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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.