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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Flipper,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.