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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.