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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.