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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.