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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.