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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Slits,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.