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 Bahrain 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Index,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.