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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.