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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective 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?
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.