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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.