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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.