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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.