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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.