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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.