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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
the Germs,
PIL,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.