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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.