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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.