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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.