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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Skatalites,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.