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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.