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 Brunei and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.