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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.