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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.