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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Q65,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.