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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.