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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.