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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.