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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.