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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.