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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.