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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.