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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.