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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.