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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Smog,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.