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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.