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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Evens to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.