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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.