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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
The Motions,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.