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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Make Up to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Nico,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Swans,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.