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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.