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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
the Association,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.