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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.