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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.