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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.