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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Names,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.