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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.