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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.