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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gories 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
MDC,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.