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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.