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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.