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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.