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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.