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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.