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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
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Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.