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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Deakin,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Magma,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Darondo,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.