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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sparks 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.