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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.