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 France and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.