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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.