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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.