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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.