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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Can,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.