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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.