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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.