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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.