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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
JFA,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.