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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.