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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.