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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 The Zeros to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.