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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.