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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.