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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 ABBA 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Fear,
Ponytail,
UT,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.