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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Liliput,
Faust,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.