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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.