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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.