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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.