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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.