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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
John Cale,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.