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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.