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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.