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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
PIL,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.