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 Botswana 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.