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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.