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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.