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 Chile 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.