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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
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.