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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
the Slits,
ABBA,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
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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.