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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.