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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.