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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Japan,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.