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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.