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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Whodini,
UT,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Faust,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.