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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.