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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.