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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.