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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.