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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.