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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.