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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.