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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 808 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.