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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Nico,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Gong,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.