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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
The Searchers,
UT,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.