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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.