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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.