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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Nas,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.