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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.