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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.