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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Happenings to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.