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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 the Slits to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Cymande,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.