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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
AZ,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.