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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Monolake,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.