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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.