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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.