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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Can,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.