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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Index,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
The Index,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.