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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Lyres,
ABC,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.