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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.