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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.