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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.