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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.