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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.