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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.