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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.