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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.