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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.