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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.