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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.