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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.