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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.