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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.