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 Zambia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.