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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.