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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.