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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.