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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.