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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Pop Group,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.