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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.