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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.