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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.