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 Mexico 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.