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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.