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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.