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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy 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?
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.