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 Belize and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Television to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.