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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.