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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.