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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.