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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.