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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.