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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.