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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.