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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.