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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Ronan,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.