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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Sparks,
Scion,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Parry Music,
cv313,
DNA,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.