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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.