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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.