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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.