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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.