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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Cluster,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.