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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.