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 Hungary 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.