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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.