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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.