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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.