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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.