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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.