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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Shoche,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.