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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.