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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.