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 Eritrea 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.