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 Estonia and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.