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 Austria 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.