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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.