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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.