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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.