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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.