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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.