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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.