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 and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Index,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.