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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.