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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.