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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.