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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Nas,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.