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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.