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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Wire,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.