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 North and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.