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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.