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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.