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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.