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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.