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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.