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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.