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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.