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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.