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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.