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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
The Monks,
The Names,
the Normal,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
The Mummies,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.