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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.