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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.