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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Flipper,
Index,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.