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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Axelrod to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.