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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.