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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.