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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Can,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.