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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
MDC,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.