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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.