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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.