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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.