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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Franke to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.