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 Guyana 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
AZ,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.