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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 guitar 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 The American Breed to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Organ,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.