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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.