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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.