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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.