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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.