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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Television,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.