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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.