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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Index,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.