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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Franke,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.