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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Human League to the grime 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.