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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.