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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.