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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Niagra,
X-102,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.