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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.