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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.