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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.