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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Darondo,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.