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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.