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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.