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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
X-102,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.