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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Magma,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.