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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.