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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Moleskins to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.