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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
JFA,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.