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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.