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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.