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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.