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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.