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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.