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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
PIL,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
UT,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.