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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.