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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.