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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
JFA,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.