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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Nico,
Brick,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.