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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.