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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.