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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.