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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.