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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.