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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.