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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Index,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.