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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.