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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.