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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.