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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.