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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.