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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.