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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.