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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.