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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.