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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.