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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.