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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
PIL,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.