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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.