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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.