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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.