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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.