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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.