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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.