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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.