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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.