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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.