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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.