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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.