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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.