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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Wings,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.