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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.