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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.