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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.