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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
UT,
June of 44,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.