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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.