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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.