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 Bulgaria 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
X-102,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Quadrant,
New Order,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.