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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.