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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.