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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Suicide,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.