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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.