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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Japan,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.