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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.