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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.