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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.