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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.