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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
UT,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.