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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Kayak,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.