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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.