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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Swans,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.