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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.