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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.