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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
The Names,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.