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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.