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 Finland 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.