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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.