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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.