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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
PIL,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.