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 Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.