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 Burkina 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.