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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.