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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.