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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.