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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.