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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.