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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.