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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.