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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
The Index,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Smog,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.