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 Spain 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.