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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Smog,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.