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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.