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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.