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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.