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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.