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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
X-101,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.