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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.