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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Swans,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.