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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.