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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.