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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.