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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.