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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.