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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.