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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.