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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.