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 Korea South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.