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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.