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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.