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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.