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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.