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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.