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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.