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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.