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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.