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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.