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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
JFA,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.