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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.