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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.