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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Real Kids to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.