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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.