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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.