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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.