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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.