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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
The Slits,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.