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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.