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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Oneida,
the Swans,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.