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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.