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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Quantec,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Urselle,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.