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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.