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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.