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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.