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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.