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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.