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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.