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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.