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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.