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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.