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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.