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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.