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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.