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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.