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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.