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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.