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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.