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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.