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 India and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Wire,
The Martian,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.