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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.