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 Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Television,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.