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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.