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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.