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 Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Index,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.