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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
CMW,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.