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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.