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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.