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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.