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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Nas,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.