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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.