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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.