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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Franke,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.