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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.