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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
the Association,
The Sound,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.