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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.