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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 organ 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.