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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.