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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Visage,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.