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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.