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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.