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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Television,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.