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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.