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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.