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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.