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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.