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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.