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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
The Index,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.