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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.