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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.