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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Faust,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.