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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Ludus,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.