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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Gong,
The Standells,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.