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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
The Names,
X-101,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.