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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.