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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.