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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.