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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.