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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.