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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.