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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Visage,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.