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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.