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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.