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 Papua New Guinea 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.