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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.