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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Pole,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.