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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.