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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.