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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Ludus,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.