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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.