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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Scion,
New Order,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.