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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.