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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Cymande,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.