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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Pole to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Organ,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.