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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.