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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Wings,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.