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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.