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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Busters to the disco 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.