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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
The Evens,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
10cc,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.