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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.