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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.