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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.