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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
UT,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.