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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Rakim,
the Association,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.