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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.