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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Roxette,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.