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 Libya 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Remains,
the Association,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.