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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.