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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.