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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.