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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
MDC,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.