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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Slave,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Rekid,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.