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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.