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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.