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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.