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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.