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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.