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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Swans,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.