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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.