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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
X-101,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.