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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.