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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.