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 Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.