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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.