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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
CMW,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.