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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Chrome,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.