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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.