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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.