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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Easy Going,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.