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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
The Evens,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.