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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Techniques to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.