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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.