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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Skaos,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.