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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Can,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Nas,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.