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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.