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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.