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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
The Index,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.