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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.