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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.