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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.