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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.