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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Pole,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.