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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.