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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.