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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.