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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.