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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.