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 South Africa 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Wings,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.