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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.