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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.