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 Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.