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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.