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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
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.