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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
June Days,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.