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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.