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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
The Sound,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.