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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Chrome,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
The Index,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Scion,
Inner City,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.