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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.