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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.